Eradicating the remnants of the Brotherhood was the goal of El and Lorana, but it was only in the light of the exiles' ranks that they had to make a fool of themselves with the self-righteous thugs. 【For more exciting novels, please visit】The presence of Hercules Hagnan and the Prophet Muhammad in this gang organization is particularly inconsistent. Lolana suspects that they still have hidden hole cards, and if they do tear their faces, the situation will become unmanageable.

The current ranks of exiles are still grotesque and deformed, the military is almost all elite soldiers who have survived a hundred battles, and the civilian population, mainly women and children, is completely incapable of self-protection, and the armed forces organized by mercenaries and caravan escorts can also play a deterrent role, but their numbers are limited, and they are already overstretched in the face of the growing refugee ranks.

If you want to start a war with the Brotherhood, you must take into account the strength of the two strong people on the other side who have at least reached the True Silver Realm. Even if El is now advanced to silver, he doesn't dare to say that he can stabilize the other party, presumably the other party is also worried about this problem at this moment. The only way to kill them is to fight head-on and fill the hole with the lives of the Isttalon warriors. Victory is important, but the price is unacceptable to El.

A strong person who has reached this level will never fight to the death unless necessary. This is not a heroic novel made up by a bard, so why should we play out our brains for trivial things? Everyone is an adult, and an idiot who talks and does things with his brain, and who really takes his life seriously, has long since died to rotten bones.

Provided, of course, unless, it is necessary.

By the time the Isttalon cavalry had recaptured the noble city from the Brotherhood last night, it was already in shambles. The North Wind family, which lost all the silver-rank Great Swordsmen in the civil war, also lost the qualification to survive. Sixteen branches, nearly two hundred clansmen and three times as many servants were slaughtered, and the corpses of all ages lined up from the villa to the gate, and blood soaked the streets.

Only a small percentage of women survived until the arrival of the Istalen, but the reason why they have survived until now is entirely to satisfy the **** of those thugs. Some women have been tortured into ruins after being rescued, while others have quietly killed themselves after nightfall.

Even if he hadn't taken a step away from Diana, Ishmako's hearing was enough to understand the tragedy of the fall of the city through the chatter in the camp. Although his parents are long gone, and his relationship with his family is not necessarily very close, it is his own family and his relatives after all. In the face of the deep hatred of the sea of blood, he made a decision without hesitation.

"If you mean only gold and silver jewelry, then I don't have much interest. El, clasping his hands, said disapprehrovingly, "The blood of the Isttalon has been shed enough, and I will not trade the lives of warriors for gold." ”

"What if it's a gem?" asked Shimako, looking up.

"Even gems can't be eaten. El shrugged his shoulders and said, "If it was the granary of Sword Castle, I would consider it, but I heard that your granary is empty. ”

"What if it's a gem arm?" Simako's face didn't change in the slightest, as if he was confident in his proposal.

"What's that? Explain it in a way I can understand. El raised an eyebrow and asked curiously.

"Fifty sets of fine-level gem armaments capable of elevating a Bronze-ranked warrior to a quasi-silver rank. Ximako gritted his teeth fiercely, stretched out five fingers from his palm, and whispered.

"Why are you kidding me?" El was so frightened by this sentence that he almost didn't breathe and suffocated to death, he had never seen such a blow from Bragging, if there was really such a thing, the Sword Castle would still fall to this point today?

"This secret is known to no one except the head of the house. Ximako looked at El's suspicious eyes, coughed awkwardly and continued: "The gem armament is also one of the inheritances left by the Northern Wind Sword Saint, it is powerful and can be mass-produced, compared to his swordsmanship inheritance, the production drawings of this kind of armament are obviously more coveted, so the head of the family at that time declared to the outside world that the drawings have not been handed down, but in fact, the family has never given up the production in secret." ”

"You mean that fifty sets of things can be made in a thousand years, and they can also be called mass-produced?" El asked, puzzled.

"I heard that there used to be three hundred sets, but all of them were taken by the Fallen Leaf Sword Saint, and it took the family three hundred years to rebuild fifty sets. I don't know much more about the details, but this thing does exist. As long as you promise me to kill the robbers who take advantage of the fire, I can take you to inspect the goods first. Schimako said with red eyes.

"Sounds interesting, but aren't you going to ask Miss Diana for advice on such an important matter?" Elle, holding his chin and thinking about it, turned his gaze to the girl lying on the bed, and couldn't help but say.

"The Sword Castle is over, the North Wind Family is finished, what's the use of guarding those things at this time?" Xi Mako looked at the girl's quiet face, settled down and said seriously: "I know that you won't stay here for long, so I can't care so much." The eldest lady's wish is to be an ordinary girl, and when she is done with her revenge, I will take her away and find a place where no one knows us to go into seclusion. ”

How do you look at it, you kid doesn't look like he can be worthy of that eldest lady, what qualifications do you have to make decisions for a quasi-sword saint? El sneered in his heart, but he still didn't say this sentence after all. I have to say that Ximako's proposal made him a little excited. Before this, El had already deeply experienced the power of the gem secret sword, and now a kind of "gem armament" that sounded very high-end and high-grade popped up.

If this thing really has the kind of effect that Simako said, its value cannot be estimated in monetary terms. In the face of this level of interest, the cost of war ...... It doesn't seem so hard to accept either?

The same question was before the Prophet Muhammad at this time. Just as the Isttalons began to recuperate, the Brotherhood, which had retreated to the other side of the city, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The prophet as a leader was finally given ample time to make his own arrangements.

To tell the truth, when facing the arrogant and unreasonable alchemist girl, the prophet really pinched a cold sweat in his heart. His opponent is a freak who does not play according to the routine at all, and has no room for negotiation at all, directly using the most brutal force to solve all problems, and ruthlessly smashing all the traps he left behind. If the Isttalon were to make up their minds to banish the Brotherhood from the Sword Keep, there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, the madmen finally stopped, even the tigers in the mountains and forests had to **** their own wounds after the battle, and the Isttalons who dragged their families couldn't have no scruples, they also needed time to rest. But before that, these northern barbarians used the roughest force to declare their tough attitude, which made the Brotherhood feel a deep chill from top to bottom.

Either a madman or a terrible wise man, this was the image of the Prophet of the leader of the Isttalons. The bottom line drawn by the other side is very clear, that is, resistance in any sense is not allowed, otherwise the war will be carried out to the end. This extremely tough attitude really put the Prophet under great pressure, so that he had to withdraw all the shadows he had set up, and strictly ordered his subordinates not to make any provocative acts, showing the most humble gesture.

This feeling is very bad, even humiliating, and the Prophet must accept this fact whether he wants it or not, because in this world the fist is the greatest truth. Hercules Hagnum alone can't defeat the Istalene army, so he must keep his head down and be a dog.

However, even if you want to be a dog, will you be able to get the forgiveness of the Istalon people? How can there be such a good thing! The tragic end of the North Wind family is just around the corner, and the only end of losing the ability to resist is to be slaughtered by others. Of course, the Prophet could not have pinned his hopes on the conscience of the Istalen, and he hid another hole card, but this hole card was really reluctant to use it until the last resort.

That is until the Cult of the Damned has raised the bounty on Tiana again.

In just one day, almost two-fifths of the natives of Sword Castle had been slaughtered, and that number could have doubled without the Isttalen's advance. Ordinary thugs could not have done this to this extent, no matter how much they killed and set fires, and the only explanation was that the Brotherhood did it on purpose.

In the middle of a secluded town, far from the scouting area of Istalen, an entire street of buildings was torn apart into parts, and a massive altar was erected in a small square on the street. In order to prevent the Isttalens from noticing the movement, the entire foundation of the altar was sunk deep below the horizon, so that it was difficult to detect the clues even above the city.

The residents of Sword Castle, who thought that they would be able to escape by hiding at home, were captured by expressionless strong men and tied up in a string and escorted around the altar. Rags were stuffed into everyone's mouths to prevent them from screaming, but the suppressed cries continued. Standing on the edge of the altar with a sharp blade, he pulled a young girl dressed in aristocratic attire to his feet, ignoring the girl's wailing, slashed open her soft neck with a single sword, and then threw her aside to struggle in vain until her body was cold.

Such a brutal massacre has been going on for a long time, and the corpses around the altar have piled up, and rivers of blood have flowed under the altar. If it weren't for the gloomy clouds in the sky, I'm afraid someone would have noticed the vision here.

The Prophet stood in the center of the altar, withered hands holding a dark, dull crystal orb, not black in the usual sense, but a polymer of the souls of the deadly civilians. Ordinary people would go crazy at the slightest glance from afar, but the prophet never looked away, but with an interested look.

Seeing that the darkness in the crystal sphere had changed from quantitative to qualitative, the Prophet nodded in satisfaction, and he finally got the hole card he wanted.

Source of the novel: Ran Book Library (Jiangsu Net)